The Past Keeps Getting In The Way

I see a picture of tomorrow
One that’s not colored in blue
Free from the weary expectations
Not caught up in a daydream of you

Stare through the window as I wonder
Just how I would wish that it would be
Thought I felt a change of seasons coming
But I don’t know if I ever will believe

Any port in a storm
Still I see daylight through the gray
But the past keeps getting in the way

Memories of home, a house divided
All that’s left is writing on the wall
I walk the streets alone in stiff defiance
But I hardly notice anyone at all

Any port in a storm
Still I see daylight through the gray
But the past keeps getting in the way

Isn’t hard to recognize
And it comes as no surprise
Like a ship I’m lost out on the sea

Any port in a storm
Still I see daylight through the gray
But the past keeps getting in the way

The past keeps getting in the way